As ready as you're going to be.

Generic and obnoxious classic rock music begins playing, as the lights dim and a spotlight aims at the entrance ramp. “Hailing from Cougar Town USA, it’s Silver Jaguar!!!” The crowd erupt into raucous cheers as Silver Jaguar is announced. This frisky and provocative veteran of the roster always puts on a good show, and the fans know it. Silver Jaguar emerges from the curtain, one hand on her hip, as she struts down the entrance ramp. She makes no time for the fans, refusing to address or acknowledge them. Her silver singlet shimmers and shines under the spotlight, the jaguar spots indicating she’s a cat on the prowl. Her grey hair bun doesn’t move an inch, but the bangs hanging in front of her face bounce ever so slightly, as she prances down the catwalk. Her bouncy breasts remain tight and perky, held in place by the tiny lingerie she forces them into, pushing them up and making them look magnificent.

Silver Jaguar enters the ring, slowly and seductively, wagging his rear in your direction. She flashes a few super model poses as fans snap some pics. She pouts her lips and checks on her hair bun while shooting you a hungry look. Her piercing blue eyes hone in on your crotch. She licks her lips and bites her bottom lip, looking incapable of holding back her sexual prowess. She looks you up and down, examining her prey, she looks ready to devour you whole.

The referee enters the ring, sporting a black and white striped bikini top along with some booty shorts. Her rack doesn’t compare to Silver Jaguar’s. She tells you both, “Don’t scare him off ma’am. We want a good fight.” Before winking and strutting away. The bell rings as Silver Jaguar approaches you. She holds out her arm, back of her hand facing up, expecting you to take it in hand and kiss it. “Well, what’re you waiting for? Show a lady some respect.” She barks at you, with a slight southern drawl.